My Wonderlad ~ Little Shoes
      


Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
For I am growing very weak.
Let one drop of water, Mother,
Fall upon my burning cheek.

I am going to leave you Mother,
Perhaps in another day.

Do it won't you dearest Mother
Put my little shoes away.

Santa Claus brought them to me
With a lot of other things,
And I think he brought an angel
With a pair of golden wings.

Soon the baby will be larger
They will fit its little feet.
The baby will look so nice and cunning
When it walks upon the street

Tell my loving little school mates
That I never more shall play.
Give them all my toys, dear Mother,
But put my little shoes away

By Robert Stevens
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Dedication to Roberta Stevens